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OBLIVION
By Winter Born
Reflections of my salvation
In the sweat that drips,
And blood
from the rips
Inhale deeply,
My sweet,
The thick
scents
of sweat,
Sex,
and Blood
They permeate
this expansive space
Languidly lounging
Like indifferent fog,
Inconstant mist
Persistently Pushing
That sweet sensual
salvation
Contained in our comfortably contorted contours
Covering
our sweat slick skin.....(find another word for coveering?)
Liberating my love laden load
Exhaling exquisite exhaustion
Sinking slowly...
....slowly sinking...
My outmoded
obsolete outlook...
obfuscated via onerous
OBLIVION....
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© 2007 Winter Born
Published on Friday, August 24, 2007.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
what is ti with poets and salvation? and whose exactly is it that we seek? you tore a unique hole in this mindset.. .with the alliterative mayhem and rampant innuendos. ..salvation by way of sensory. .. mmmmm
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On Friday, November 2, 2007, Winter Born
(169)
wrote:
ah, but you should know that we only seek salvation from our own inner demons. My sensory salvation keeps my mental demons at bay.
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On Sunday, August 26, 2007, GraveFlower
(240) wrote:
the way you detail everything...just the way you place your words, , fucking fabulous,,,,sweat sex and blood mix perfectly *danni
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A former member wrote:
ravishing. I think I'll read it again.
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On Friday, August 24, 2007, NikesRain
(1240) wrote:
sheathing... and i think i need to go open a window or something... damn
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